The governor of Chuzhou was a wise man. But judging from his dark cheeks and rough hands, he was probably just an ordinary farmer. It was hard to distinguish a wise man from a foolish one by his appearance.
He had just returned from the river bank and was ready to welcome the invasion of Qiu Xie. He was inevitably anxious. But what really worried him was the coming enemy. Chuzhou was beautiful, but it was at the border.
His emotions were the same as those of a wise man. They did not show on his face at all. He calmly dealt with the government affairs and walked out of the government office accompanied by a boy. He held his staff and climbed East Mountain, hoping to find some peace.
There was a newly built pavilion in East Mountain. It was built by him and cost a lot of money. It was a difficult time for the nation, which naturally brought him some criticism. But he did not seem to care.
The earthen jar was gently broken, the fragrance of the wine gradually permeated the air. The prefect was drinking under the pavilion, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, looking at how beautiful the rivers and mountains were under the moonlight. He was very satisfied, his poetic mood gradually rose, and he wanted to write another essay.
Right at this moment, a cool breeze came from the south countless miles away, crossing over the mountains and ridges, and the grass and pine trees. It circled around the pavilion three times before entering and lingering for a moment before leaving.
The governor was dead. He had died quietly just like that.
He did not have time to recite the poem or write the travel that would be fascinating for thousands of years. He did not leave any paper or ink or say anything to the people of Chuzhou. He died just like that.
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In front of the quiet imperial city ruins in Linkang, the Eldest Brother looked at the direction of Chuzhou and kept silent for a long time. He asked with a pale face, "What good will it do for you to make me and the Tangs suffer?"
"Because … I am very afraid of death. The longer I live, the more afraid I am."
The Drunkard looked into his eyes and said, "When I felt the danger, I was really scared. I have never been so close to death for so many years. It was really terrifying … I have lived for so long that I am really unfamiliar with this feeling. Tonight, when I relived it, I found that the great fear was still there and it was getting stronger and stronger. It was so strong that I could not bear it. So I am very angry."
His face was expressionless, like a hardened field that had been cultivated for countless years until it was seriously short of nutrients. His body was still filled with the aroma of wine. His anger was not shown in detail, but it was clearly shown in the human world. Because far away from Chuzhou, the governor who loved to drink was dead.
"I don't want to experience this feeling again. I don't want to be the target of the Academy. So I have to make you suffer, the Tangs suffer, and the Academy suffer. I have to be so scared that I can't move."
The Drunkard was still staring at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, only indifference and power. "I can kill people, countless Tangs. As long as I have the thought, you can't stop me no matter how fast you are. It doesn't take much effort to kill ordinary people. Ning Que can't see me, so he can't stop me. You can only watch me kill people and be tortured until you collapse."
The Eldest Brother's body trembled slightly. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was already in pain.
The Drunkard continued, "More than ten, more than a hundred, tens of millions of people will die … So unless you are sure that you can kill me, the Academy should not try to kill me again. Even if you don't want to kill me … Don't want to kill me even if it's thinner than a willow branch or lighter than a catkin."
The Eldest Brother lowered his head and did not speak for a long time. The willow tree on the moat was silent with him. The willow branches brushed the surface of the moat and drove the pieces of cloth far away. The willow catkin would arrive in spring next year. He could not wait until next year. The Academy and the Tang Empire could not wait until next year. So what should he do?
Suddenly, he looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and said, "I can also kill people, right?"
Then he looked at the Drunkard and said solemnly and firmly, "When I want to kill, no one can stop me, not even you. So please don't force me."
The Drunkard remained calm and said, "Please."
The Eldest Brother raised his eyebrows.
The Drunkard said, "Please kill."
The Eldest Brother frowned.
The Drunkard said, "Please kill."
The Eldest Brother knitted his eyebrows, pondered and hesitated.
Or he was about to leave and kill people in the next moment.
"In the Song Dynasty, Qi Dynasty, Liang Dynasty and Chen Dynasty, countless Taoists are waiting for you to kill. Billions of followers are waiting for you to kill. On the grassland, countless barbarians are waiting for you to kill. You can kill whoever you want."
The Drunkard looked at his eyebrows that were smoothed by the night wind and said, "If you can enter the Peach Mountain, you can kill more people you want to kill. But who are you going to kill? Who should be killed by you? "
To kill or not to kill was a problem, so was who to kill. In the mortal world, among the peach blossoms on the mountain, who was the most evil? Who should be killed? Who could judge? Who was qualified to judge?
It was difficult to answer these questions. Some people didn't want to answer because they thought everyone in the mortal world deserved to die, such as Lotus. Some people didn't want to think because they thought they were half gods in the mortal world, such as the Drunkard. But for the Eldest Brother, it was a question he had to answer.
He stood under the willow branches by the river and in front of the blood-stained sedan, thinking for a long time. Liu Yiqing on the sedan quietly closed his eyes as if he was sleeping. The cultivators and ministers by the river were all unconscious. Only the Drunkard, Long Qing and Hengmu were waiting for his decision.
Looking at the cotton-padded jacket swaying in the night wind and the dust that accumulated for thousands of miles gradually falling, Long Qing felt uneasy and uneasy. He also had an inexplicable expectation.
If the cotton-padded jacket really moved and Mr. First left to kill people, then the world would become a brand new one that no one had ever seen before.
In that world, all the order would collapse because the most basic order of life and death would be broken. Two Grand Cultivators in the Limitless State would keep killing people and no one would know who would die in the next moment.
Only one of them could shake the order of the world. Two of them could destroy the world.
Hengmu looked at the Drunkard and the Eldest Brother and finally understood why the Limitless State was the most special one above the Five States. It even became a synonym for that world.
The night grew darker and the river quieted down until it became deathly silent. The human world seemed to be waiting for the moment of deathly silence. After a long time, the dawn finally came.
The Eldest Brother stood in front of the sedan and never left.
People gradually woke up. They didn't dare to stay by the river and soon left. The bright moon also left. The warm red morning sun appeared in the sky, illuminating the burnt ruins and new houses in the City of Linkang.
"No one can stop you, but you can."
The Drunkard looked at him and said, "You still don't dare to kill people after all."
"It's not that I don't dare to. I just can't bear to."
The Eldest Brother had figured it out and said, "Everyone has a heart that can't bear to kill people. You regard yourself as a god, so you are not a human. That's why you can kill people. But I can't because I am still a human."
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